About five months ago, I left, unannounced, because of family problems that required me to live without internet access (and food, and good plumbing, and so on). I moved in with a friend of mine, but I’m still without Internet access, so I live off the charity of friends that do. I thought I’d let everyone know I haven’t died or joined a cult or started a revolution.
In case anyone remembers me as a whiny prima donna, I’m so much better now, with nothing to whine about anymore; for once in my life, I’m content and happy, both of which are taking a toll on my waistline; but then again, the Buddha said himself that asceticism was a false and painful path. I’m only about 120 days from going into college, which will be almost free for me (growing up in abject poverty has its advantages, you see). I have successfully wrestled with depression, alienation, misdirection, disappointment, temptation, unrequited love and the whole gamut of adolescent turmoil, and I’ve come out with my head on straight.
I am happy, which makes my friends wonder what I’ve been smoking.
I just thought I should drop by and say ‘hello’. I doubt I’m well-remembered, but then again, I’ve learned to ignore that little voice.
